Tag: Hope

We met under a winter’s moon with broken hearts hidden inside down coats zipped up to dare the cold – should it be tempted. ♦ I met you in my dreams once, reaching out to touch your soul while the stars kissed my cheeks. Their light pure and untainted by the darkness surrounding them. ♦

Where do the words go in our dreams? Do they walk the shrouded banks of memory – placed there on faded tombstones to defend centuries of violence and bloodshed. Or do they ride the endless streams instead – searching for unpanned treasure to map for our children, who might also stumble in their dreams. The

Traveling on the afternoon’s s warm breeze, time accedes to a gentler pace – my breath held in anticipation… Their graceful transit infatuating my senses. Older and wiser as the lucky ones are, time has grown patient with its willful charge – young but full of promise, tucked safely within their temporal shells. And –

The silence beckons my jaded ears, sounding both exotic and foreign next to words shouting for supremacy in the latest shuffle. Their cries converging in singular lament. When its ancient voice instructs me to stand a little closer, whispering an old truth that directs my sight toward dawn. Empty words unable to see… My thoughts filling with

Abandoned night after night, weeping in your sleep. Never that far to start, I hear your sobs beating on the stars. I know you can’t hear me, but I love you. And, in case I never told you, I’m proud of you. Your shoulders straight; your will ironclad. I know you can’t see me, but I’m here. I

In a smoke filled room, her eyes settle on mine, reading the latest scribblings from my soul. What phrase is she weighing so closely? Will she read the bits scrawled outside the margins? What does her smile say? Recognition dawning, her eyes tell a story of love and compassion with the soft whisper of passion, heard only by me. Unknown to

Stuck in these clothes that don’t fit – Ugh! Time to throw them out – But one size fits all. Says who? Stuck in a body that doesn’t fit – But one size fits all. Then why don’t I Fit? I don’t act like I’m s’pose to. I don’t look like I’m s’pose to. And why am I s’pose to like

“So – Philippe is nice, isn’t he?” Sativa smiles in agreement, “Yes, very nice.” “Very handsome too!” Sativa’s laughter spent, “Yes, very handsome.” she finally affirms. Lydie, her best friend since moving to Marseille, was always looking toward the next adventure, just waiting for them to pioneer. Nearly a year since they met, when fear reached its peak – a

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